This has more to do with the fact Rafe's genuinely fearful of his mother whereas Miri doesn't take the threats seriously, and less to do with his being particularly organized. Regardless, he will be grateful for the cleanliness in just a few minutes. Something he won't be grateful for, however? He hasn't done his laundry in a long while, despite promising that he will and hiding most of his dirty clothes.
What this means is: he only had one set of boxers to wear as he went to bed, and those boxers? Happen to be boxers Alexander gave him once as a gag gift, because he thinks he's so hilarious.
The noise makes him stir a little, having the heightened senses that he does as an angel, but it isn't until he hears the thud that he immediately jumps out of the bed, legs getting caught up in the sheets. Somehow he narrowly manages not to fall flat on his face, but as soon as he's straightened up he's met with a very pretty girl and not a robber. Unless she's a robber, too. It would make her the cutest robber he's ever seen.
So now he's just staring wide-eyed, shirtless, and wearing those godforsaken boxers he will burn immediately the next morning. (He will also be doing his laundry.)
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This has more to do with the fact Rafe's genuinely fearful of his mother whereas Miri doesn't take the threats seriously, and less to do with his being particularly organized. Regardless, he will be grateful for the cleanliness in just a few minutes. Something he won't be grateful for, however? He hasn't done his laundry in a long while, despite promising that he will and hiding most of his dirty clothes.
What this means is: he only had one set of boxers to wear as he went to bed, and those boxers? Happen to be boxers Alexander gave him once as a gag gift, because he thinks he's so hilarious.
They're these boxers, for those watching at home.
The noise makes him stir a little, having the heightened senses that he does as an angel, but it isn't until he hears the thud that he immediately jumps out of the bed, legs getting caught up in the sheets. Somehow he narrowly manages not to fall flat on his face, but as soon as he's straightened up he's met with a very pretty girl and not a robber. Unless she's a robber, too. It would make her the cutest robber he's ever seen.
So now he's just staring wide-eyed, shirtless, and wearing those godforsaken boxers he will burn immediately the next morning. (He will also be doing his laundry.)
"... Who are you?"